Unexpectedly, it was actually related to his fishing.
Ethan stood by the white jade bridge, his expression calm, but his thoughts turned sharply.
He clearly remembered that the rivers in Blue-Wave City flowed down from the Heavenly Water Mountains.
Those mountains were riddled with countless spiritual springs. The springs converged, formed torrents, and poured downward like veins of heaven and earth. The water was dense with spiritual mist all year round, and even standing on the riverbank, one could barely see their own fingers in the fog.
That river had a name.
Obsidian River.
The Obsidian River flowed out of the Heavenly Water Mountains, crossed forests and plains, and its tributaries spread like a net. The river passing through Blue-Wave City was merely one of those tributaries.
A natural creation.
A gift of heaven and earth.
Yet now, it had somehow become the private property of the Palace of the Four Cycles?
Ethan looked at Ren and spoke lightly.
